A lifetime of errors

You need to keep creating gods,
as the old ones cease to exist.
Need to keep things that are beyond your reach,
in your vicinity.

Overtaking everything, enjoying nothing,
Hopping too quick, leaving large gaps.
More worked up in your moments of rest,
you're biting off more than you can chew.

Things might seem fine, and then explode,
Sheep, though exceptional, may still herd to doom,
The old cannot see the future,
and what they know no longer exists.

Your moments of beauty will be snatched away
by the ugliness you've systematically ignored.
 The collected force of a lifetime of errors
would visit you when you can least take it.
As the rug is pulled out from under your mind,
you will topple into insanity as you helplessly watch
the world still going around, taking it for granted.